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Dreamers After Dark (VII)
[you knew this was coming
please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank
SFW Post here!]
please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank
SFW Post here!]
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exerting some control even though he's the one pinned under? under her. he drags his nails down her newly revealed skin, lightly marking as she speaks.]
That'd make two of us.
But I'm not wired for sharing. I wanna hate you.
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[ she flushes, eyes half-lidded as her hair starts to unravel from the pull of his fingers, as his nails drag across her chest. ]
If you want to—there's plenty of reasons. But—
...there's probably something wrong with me, that it's easier for me to want to love people who hate me, rather than to try and hate them back.
[ and not really waiting for him to respond, she runs a hand up the inside of his thighs, brushing her knuckles between his legs. ]
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[there's an involuntary movement when her fingers brush against him, and then he pushes forward anyway, shifting his hands to her shoulders, before pushing up, and kicking his feet to one side.
he'll fight her for top if he has to. the movement both languid and forceful.]
You should hate me.
[and then he punctuates that with a harsh bite to the nape of her neck, ignoring the tang of blood.]
I'd blow it all up if I could.
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really, she buckles under that, with a low groan, and—the heat between her legs is really unbearable, her pants suddenly way too tight. he doesn't have to fight much, honestly, and she pulls him down against her. ]
I should—hate you, but I don't... you want to hate me, but—
You don't?
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[but he will start unbuckling her pants while he's on top, leaning back as much as she'll allow and letting his hands rub against her -- cock? with practiced experience.]
We're fighting over the same thing. And I've fucked up relationships I actually wanted to keep, for less.
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Nnh—ah, that's...
I mean—gods, that's really distracting. But are we... really fighting?
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[a brief pause]
Fuck, I don't know.
[does he know how to act like a woman during sex? the answer is no, so he keeps aggressing to hide that fact, his hot breath panting against the wet patch of skin he bit, and then moving lower to her collarbone. and then his tongue traces the patch of skin between her pecs as he keeps moving down]
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"Fuck, I don't know" feels like the right answer—nnh—
[ she tugs his pants down, skims her hands up across his bare chest to cup at the curve of a breast, rub her thumb across the peak in circles. ]
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he felt so hot, his skin flushing with desire, and his thighs damp already.
it halts his slow march downward for a moment]
We-- should be.
[and then he pulls back, swinging a leg off to one side as he moves lower, his stroking insistent, needy.]
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[ she combs her hands into his hair, twisting her fingers in tightly for something to hold onto, because—that's, that's a lot— ]
I mean, we—should do a lot of things, right.
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he hums lightly, as his head starts to move along her length. like maybe, even in a dream, he has things he falls back on when he doesn't know what to say.
non-committal is one of those.]
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[ what the fuck how does anyone with one of these normally manage to not just lose their entire mind when this happens,
she's propped up on her elbows, and her head lolls back as she gasps, hips twitching up toward his mouth. ]
...that's—that's unfair?
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just as a little reminder of how little he cares about fairness.]
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[ reflexively, she tugs hard on his hair, holding tight to what purchase she has, because, fuck. she halfway falls back against the ??bed??, and makes a low, very compromised-sounding grunt, forgetting entirely anything else she was about to say. ]
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if they're fighting, he's counting this as a win.
it makes complete sense, after all, as he ignores her grip to relentlessly ]
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she has to yank her fingers out of his hair to steady herself properly, gasping out— ]
Too much—I'm, hhh—can't, much more...
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but now that he isn't counterbalancing against her pull, he leans in more aggressively, punctuating how little he cares about her warning.
just another soft 'hmm' in the back of his throat, vibrating against her]
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[ honestly it's a miracle she can string that many words together right now; she comes, helplessly, spilling into his mouth with a slightly strangled noise. ]
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still, he pulls back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, now that she's had her fun]
What was that?
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